Thursday, December 27, 2007

edit 2.12.08—situation so bad that I'm moving back in with my mum... and losing the decent roommate, the built-in pets, and the awesome apartment. The good news? My family is helping me, I'm paying them back, and I won't be living out on the streets in a cardboard box.

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So, I'll just come out and say it right now: I'm in credit card debt. There, that feels so much better to get it out there. Sickly enough, when I pay my credit card company the small amount of money I can give, they like to continue the vicious cycle and offer me rewards and send me e-mails about new ways to get myself in further credit card trouble. I guess that's the way they make their money: by screwing you out of yours.

When I first got the hounding phone calls saying I was at my limit and overdue on payment, I panicked. I saw an area code I didn't know calling my cell phone, and I assumed it had to be the CC Popo. I was petrified, then angry. After all, it wasn't real people calling me... it was a damn machine, programmed to keep calling to connect me to a customer service rep. They didn't even have the decency to have a human being leave me a message... even that was automated. It's ridiculous.

Bottom line: I could be so much worse off. I could be one of those kids in Ethiopia with the flies on their bodies. I could have the AIDS. I could be living out of a car. Instead, I have a nice apartment, a decent roommate, built-in pets (including a kitty that loves me and doesn't judge me), a sweet boyfriend, a good job, good family, and my health. I'm not going to complain. It's simply a wake-up call. I need to manage my finances better, and that's all there is to it.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

All right, so here it is, nearly the end of November, and I have barely any gift ideas for people. Also, this weekend has royally SUCKED, because people have been taking their family issues and aggressions out on ME instead of the people they're pissed at. Which, of course, makes me pissed and aggravated. My way of coping? Going to a wings place, watch pay per view wrestling, and drink A LOT OF STELLA ARTOIS. Copious, copious amounts of Stella. In fact, I would love to be ridiculous bombed out of my skull by the end of the night, but in reality can't because I have work in the morning. And trust me, copy editing with a hangover is really not the best way to spend a Monday morning in the office.

Also, one of the cats took a huge kitty dump on the bathmat (AGAIN). In addition to this, I had to throw out my favorite pair of sneakers because I stepped in doggy diarrhea while walking Miz P. It is really not that hard to pick up after your dog when they take a shit. Honestly, if I can do it, certainly everyone can. So, thanks a lot, asshole who decided not to pick up after your sick dog. Thanks a megaton. Hope you get the clap.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

I've recently gotten sick of just letting my writing fall to the wayside known as blog.myspace.com/knitegoddess, therefore most of my blogging will be done here from now on... I will try to crosspost when possible.

For now, this post is a placeholder for all the goodness to come. Stay tuned.

NaNoWriMo

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